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Woman with Flowers 7.1
(7th sketch in series, first iteration of this one) Woman with Flowers Flowers, props upholding the woman. The flowers, fragrant, imaginar...
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The Buddha says: “ You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself .” The path is uncertain. Uncertainty is the guiding for...
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What if relationships are the primary ordering principle? What if the way relationships are ordered clarify, explain, and instruct us on th...
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"I hope you are all creating every day according to the inner map you were born with. I know it sometimes seems that map is written in ...
Or perhaps, dear Friend, where we are. Landscape, like Season, changing, transforming from Spring, to Summer, Autumn to Winter. Each distinct, each an image of the Seasons gone before.
ReplyDeleteThis I know, no two gardens were ever the same.
Be Blessed in the ever changing, transforming landscapes, my Friend~